Oliver liked his hero body, but it wasn’t something he could stay in. He took a deep breath and wished, “I wished I was little again” not thinking how vague that is.
Oliver lost the muscle and size, but he didn’t stop at 17. Slowly he watched his body regress back to being a little kid.
“What is this? I said little! Not childish! I wish I returned back to normal!” Like before, he grew back to his age of 17.
Oliver practiced his ability by wishing for small objects and making them disappear. After pizza, Oliver started to think about how it was like being a kid again.
“Just for tonight!” He thought. “I wished I was a little kid again!” Third times the charm, he started to shrink. This time, his body became even younger.
“I uh... wish I knew my age”
The tv turned onto some show with a mother exclaiming “Happy 4th Birthday!” and it turned off.
“I’m four? Shouldn’t I have protection? Maybe I should become older so I don’t have accidents?”